The Fishing Trip
This was one of my first fishing trips, this story is based on true facts and it's about me. This isn't a scary story but it is what happened to me. If you want a scary story wait until I write the freaky story, about my two cousins and I when we saw......hehehe I'm telling you that story when I'm supposed to be telling you my fishing trip story. Well here goes.
We had everything packed onto the truck and all ready to go. Two vehicles, both with a quad and a trike in the back. Well I mean Mike and his son Michael had a trike and my grandpa and I had the quad. We finally were on our way to a cabin called Clarences' Cabin, because it was a camp with a cabin that belonged to a guy named Clarence. It only took us about half an hour to get to the end where we had to stop driving and unload our trike and quad and stuff. We had everything packed onto our trike and quad already, all we had to do was take them off the trucks so we could head down the small path in the bush towards Clarences' Cabin.
The trail was rough, I was sitting in the back, behind my grandpa and Mike and Michael drove behind us with their trike. The path seemed to go on forever, it was kind of an adevnture for me since it was my first trip camping in the bush far from home at a place called Orlof (Orloph) Lake or how ever you spell it. I thought to myself, the bush is beautiful. Lots of trees all over and berries and lots of animals. I love animals. I wonder when we'll see a rabbit or a deer. We finally got to where we were going, Clarences Cabin, where I thought we'd have a rest finally. But unfortunately we had to set our tents and make supper, after supper, Mike and Michael and I went fishing with rods. That evening my grandpa, Mike and Michael had to set a net, to catch some fish for supper tomorrow to take home and eat. I would be alone at the camp and scared. I didn't want to see any bears. For supper they cooked beans and we buttered some bread. Small supper I thought but it would keep me going until breakfast. I went exploring on my own a little, now come to think of it, I think I was only 11 years old at the time. My grandpa went to go find a outhouse some where and I walked a little into the bush. I picked some flowers and sat down by the fire. I was already getting a little homesick, I think I missed tv and music more. Just kidding, back then, I wasn't into music or tv much. I don't know what I was thinking though, I love music and tv now. I thought to myself, where's my grandpa, Mike and Michael at? I looked towards the lake and they were getting the boat and net ready to head out. I sat on the quad which was at the edge of the lake water and I watched them. My grandpa said before they left,"Leah, if you see a bear, since you're so worried about seeing one, just turn on the quads' motor and rev it a little. That might scare it away."
I said,"Might? I wanted a little more to rely on."
As I sat there and watched them row out ten yards then stop and let the net into the water slowly as Mike and Michael rowed to the North and then after half an hour it was getting dark and they were coming to the shore now. When they got back we went into the tent to go to sleep. It was pretty cold even though I had a foamy and a thick sleeping bag. My grandpa was hot and he gave me his blanket and I slept close to him to keep warm. Mike and Michael were so scared of bears, that Mike slep with his gun laying beside him.
The morning I woke up and everyone was up already. I got dressed and went to the lake shore and washed my face then I went and sat by the side of the fire beside my grandpa, Mike and Michael were on the other side of the fire. They had already went out to get the net and brought the fish and cleaned them. They had everything packed up. Mike and Michael were now taking the tent down, while I ate my breakfast. We were on our way home again. The trailor on my grandpa and my quad was on and we had everything packed. We got home and that was my first camp out doors in the bush and my first fishing trip.
